Zhou Ying stood alone in the mirror, looking at the starting point of this smoky world.
The five great fairy mountains begin with Kunlun.
Whether the leader of Lancang wants to spread out the inscription on Lingshan, Mr. Huixiang used it as a model, or intercepted a part of the inscription to create Fawangchuan, it is like moving the stone bricks on the foundation, which will only affect part of it.
This time, they dug out the "foundation" completely.
The Beijue Formation was destroyed the moment the inscription was sent out by the magic circle. The strong wind stirred up ice, snow, and fog, and the scorched corpse of the Blind Wolf King was stirred inside, and it was wiped out in a blink of an eye.
It was pitch black in front of Zhou Ying's eyes. If there were still people here, they would see the big "mirror" that locked a person and a dead body slowly disappearing in place like water vapor. In the mirror, Zhou Ying turned to the second elder, and finally sighed silently: "You apprentice..."
What would happen if this set of ancient inscriptions with the same foundation fell into the mortal world
Xie Bian had asked this question from the very beginning, when he had just recovered from the grief and indignation of his master's unjust death, he mechanically dug the inscription on the ground according to Zhou Ying's words.
Zhou Ying's answer was the same as Xie Bian's perfunctory Xi Ping later: How would I know
He also said: I am just a frog born at the bottom of a well with slightly better eyesight. Do you still expect me to see through the East China Sea at a glance? If I knew, I wouldn't let Shiyong choose by himself.
Xie Bian let out a "ha", anyway, he was burnt and burned, and others couldn't see his mouth shape and white eyes clearly, relying on Zhou Ying's inability to hear through the mirror, he simply muttered: "Trust me. "
As long as a person has normal intelligence, he will not believe in Zhou Ying.
A hero sacrifices himself for the sake of others, a villain harms others to benefit himself, a great man benefits all people like water, and achieves a long-term career, and a fool burns his brains and is driven by joy and anger.
Zhou Ying was neither, Xie Bian thought that Xi Zhengde's nephew didn't look like he was born in the sun.
In order to explore Wujianjing, he gave up his Taoist heart and body cleanly. In just a few months, Kunlun Mountain was almost buried in his hands. Xie Bian did not know what to do when he dug up the terrifying ancient inscriptions one by one, but he knew that these things could not fall into Zhou Ying's hands anyway.
He knocked on the Wujian mirror, scratched a few words and tentatively said: Idle is idle, guess what that kid will say then
Zhou Ying was silent for a moment: I don't need to guess, he would say no.
As long as Xie Bian's eyebrows are not burned out by Ling Chi's lamp, they can be picked up by Tianling Gai.
The Kunlun High Priests of all dynasties did not build foundations, even if they passed on their memories, generation after generation is like a person taking over the house, and they are still half immortals. Everyone came from the spirit aperture stage, what level of cultivation is a half-immortal? Even Zhou Ying's top-level inspiration, when he was a half-immortal, he couldn't see clearly the boundary of the little broken dharma bracelet, and couldn't see the tricks on the catastrophe bell. How could that old high priest dare to claim that he "knows everything"
Looking at it now, the Wujian Mirror is a higher-level sea of stars. Xie Bian even suspects that it does not predict fortunes, but determines fortunes, so the high priest can say what he says... and the high priest is only a half-immortal after all, with divine sense. Weak and weak, obviously unable to fully control the Wujian mirror, basically a mirror slave, what if it was replaced by Shengling... or even a cicada
Back then, Wuxinlian—the flower in ancient times, desperately wanted to peek into the endless mirror.
Who can resist such authority
Zhou Ying seemed to see something from his smudged face, and wrote: The wolf king has heard of "Wangchuan"
Mr. Huixiang left three great posthumous works: Imitation of Gold, Pofa and Wangchuan.
Imitation gold is the real fire in Eternal Flame, and Pofa is a metaphor for Lingshan. The inscription used is based on Lancang Lingshan 800 years ago. It is at the same level as Lingshan other than Kunlun Mountain. The other two things don't fit together.
The so-called "crossing life and death" is an exaggeration, and Wangchuan is not a living salamander. Although it can also be called a peerless artifact, "going in and out of any place silently" always sounds like it is used for sliding doors and picking locks, and it seems not so advanced; moreover, Wangchuan has a limit on the number of times. Wait.
Its number of times is limited, and it is also very delicate after careful consideration-Zhou Ying thinks, if he is Huixiang Jun, he hides Qiu Sha and uses it once. He imagines that if Qiu Sha can really break through the Ascension Pass, he will set off a bloody storm when he goes out, attracting all major Lingshan chased and killed her, and she should save it again, as a trump card to save her life. But the third time is really unnecessary. If a person puts himself in a situation where he must die twice in a row, he will not be able to keep it with just one relic. If he has this strength, he might as well use it on breaking spells, so that the area covered by the breaking spells can be a little more than that of Tao County, which is far bigger.
Why is Wang Chuan limited to three times? It can't be that the sage has some eccentricity to make up the number, right? Where is the third time for
The law of "born from one mother" is inconsistent with Wangchuan, and it seems to be a metaphor—
Xie Bian was stunned: You mean, Wangchuan's last destination was originally here
That's right, Mr. Huixiang left behind the furnace to refine the breaking method, which shows that after the Kunlun was completed, he forcibly broke through the shackles, and the descendants of the Yongchun brocade who grew the accompanying wood had a far superior understanding of the Lingshan system. Using other Lingshan as clues, Unraveling the secret of Kunlun is not surprising.
But in the end she didn't disclose the matter to anyone, including Qiu Sha who took Wang Chuan away. That master seemed to have given up digging the foundation of Lingshan after considering it, and turned his focus to imitation gold, not to mention incurring a fatal disaster for himself, and let future generations take an eight-hundred-year detour.
Xie Bian: Why
Zhou Ying said: Because it doesn't make sense.
The ancient inscriptions were born, and the rules of heaven fell into the mortal world. It was just the collapse of the spiritual mountain, and a new spiritual mountain was raised.
And between the ups and downs of the old and new, there must be turmoil, and there must be landslides and mountains. When the time comes, where should the ants go for shelter? A catastrophe has passed, and the saints are gone, and future generations will repeat the same mistakes and commit crimes.
Zhou Ying wrote on the mirror: To tell you the truth, last time the Dragon Boat Festival was in South China Sea, I asked him similar questions.
Xie Bian came back to his senses, and looked at Zhou Ying meaningfully: What if he agrees
Zhou Ying: I told you, it must be the hidden bone on his body who agreed.
Xie Bian: I haven't heard of anyone who inherited any Tao, but I don't recognize it. Is he inheriting the Tao heart or being taken away... Okay, I don't understand this "dead Tao"—if he calms down for a long time, Or do you decide to agree
Zhou Ying: That is Yingu has grown to the verge of losing control, unable to control him, and controlled Reincarnation Wood.
Xie Linqi said: Then what else do you let him choose? Just to test how far he has lost control? That old man stopped digging.
Zhou Ying: If you don't bring your little strength with you, you'll just stay here for a while if you don't save it.
Xie Bian: ... The blood of the Xi family couldn't have given birth to a bastard like you. What kind of bastard did the eldest girl marry to get out of a bastard like you
After Zhou Ying listened, she agreed very much: Indeed, Wolf King Shengming—
— Keep digging, trust me, you'll find out when the time comes.
When Xie Bian cleared up all the inscriptions, he should have come to realize his inner Dao heart, and when his Dao heart was broken, he would understand why Xi Ping and Dao heart have the same hidden bones.
There is a reason why the high priests of Kunlun did not build foundations: people with Dao heart are slaves of Dao heart and cannot bear this inscription. If the Hidden Bone Transmission is not wanted, no one above Foundation Establishment can catch this set of inscriptions. The four spiritual mountains in the Southern Continent may have their own solutions, and Kunlun will always be impenetrable. The Great Wall and shackles forged by immortals and mortals will be immortal forever.
It is not Xi Ping who makes the choice here and now, but Xie Bi.
Your Highness the Wolf King, you have guarded the Beijue Mountain Pass for so many years, and you have walked cleanly without leaving any residue of your Dao heart.
How do you choose when it dawns on you
It is for the stability of the overall situation, to keep the second elder's grievances silent, and the puppets of Dao Xin go back and forth. Or take the risk, risking the world to collapse, carrying away the grievances of millions of dead, pierce the sky with a serious crime, and hand over the helm in the storm to the young man who has been fighting endlessly with the "Tao Heart" hand
Back then, Mr. Huixiang backed down, and Xi Shiyong didn't have such delusional intentions, so he had to let the wolf king suffer.
Xi Shiyong's aptitude for spiritual inspiration... and even his level of concentration are not at the average level. It is completely unreasonable for his cultivation to rise to this level after he has been in the Taoist sect for more than ten years. The only explanation is that his cultivation has nothing to do with him, his hidden bones were originally molted bones of cicadas. After the blind wolf king talked about Beijuezhen, he was silent for a long time, and Zhou Ying knew that he could no longer completely suppress Yingu.
At this time, there is still room for using the ancient inscriptions outside the Beijue Formation to lure out the hidden bone. Once the hidden bone finds a chance to slough off and return to the peak, the person who accidentally brought it back to the world will be in a desperate situation.
This is also Xi Ping's lifeline.
Wangchuan fell into his hands back then, and he made a wrong decision and wasted the last chance.
Now that he came here instead of Wang Chuan, it was probably destined.
Xi Ping only felt that his spiritual consciousness had been scattered and left behind in the northern and southern continents and the mountains of the Five Kingdoms.
When he was frightened and angry, he felt that Reincarnation Wood was losing control—it was different from when he was cut off by the Mandarin Duck Sword Formation. It turned out that the reincarnated wood was like his limbs, which he could use as he wished, but now that thing was still growing on his body, the connection was not broken, but it seemed to be a prosthetic limb that didn't work.
The reincarnated wood was originally like a well-organized feihong net, but now it is strung together. The Zhenshan formations of several great fairy mountains and the inscriptions on the borders of various countries are being eaten away by invisible forces.
On the Nanhe Peninsula, the mandarin duck sword array shrank suddenly, the light of the silver moon was dimmed, and the nine dragons were merged into the floating Nine Dragon Cauldron like a dissipated beast spirit. The same disappeared!
At the same time, Xi Ping's scattered spiritual consciousness also caught a glimpse of Wuduhai's demon energy surging, rushing past the border inscription that disappeared in Dawan——
Let's talk about the border of Wanhe, the upgraded fairy weapon first gave the monsters a big blow. The demonic energy retreated briefly, and then, a huge figure exactly like Nan Sheng walked out of the void.
The saint's face floated in the air with a ghostly face, and he smiled faintly: "Oh? What kind of man-made gadget is this?"
Pang Jian couldn't fail to recognize the patriarch, he gasped, and the karma beast on his sleeve roared angrily.
"Nansheng" didn't answer, but listened to a
The man answered, "It's the big devil raised by the Zhou family in the bottomless sea."
A white shadow fell, and Bering arrived with the support of the Kaiming Division himself, day and night: "The Kaiming Division closed the city, and promised to burn the wildfire vines to death at the border—Governor Pang, you don't need to worry about it, the spirit stone is enough." , Don't stop upgrading the immortal weapon..."
When his voice fell, a familiar mournful howl came from the sea breeze, and the surging tide of demons was sucked away and swallowed by the big demon with Nan Sheng's face, causing the chill and foul wind that could stagnate the blood to come— That was the nightmare that Bering had to face every once in a while before meeting Zhou Ying. His face turned pale and he couldn't continue speaking.
The Immortal Artifact of the Spiritual Grade was able to push out the cannon fire formed by the spiritual energy, but the man-made artifact that could temporarily hold the mandarin duck sword formation failed, and the huge figure on the sea just froze slightly, still approaching step by step come over.
The murderous devilish energy first fell on the blue clothes and the enlightened monks at the front line, and the masters of the outer sect fell like wheat seedlings, before they even had time to struggle, they were swallowed by the devilish energy.
Pang Jian gritted his teeth, set up a barrier-breaking longbow, and rushed over.
Bai Ling didn't hold back: "Governor Pang!"
At this moment, the bright sword light fell like a thunderbolt, and the seawater surging like a tsunami was frozen in place. The sword drew a line outside the coast, coldness rushed towards the face, all the demons who accidentally crossed the sword light were all dissolved in the air, and Zhaoting, who had returned to the master's hand, roared down and chopped towards the head of the invincible big demon.
Pang Jian almost burst into tears: "General Zhi..."
The big demon was shattered in the air by Zhao Ting's sword, and the black mist subsided immediately, and the monks from Tianji Pavilion and Kaiming Division rushed forward to rescue the comrades who were still alive.
Just as Zhi Xiu withdrew from the battlefield of the cicada, he was in a mess. He stretched out his hand and wiped it on his body. The broken hair that fell from the hair crown and the tear on the robe all returned to their places and healed. Several piles of Bailing stones disappeared into the sword light of Zhaoting, Zhi Xiu landed, patted Pang Jian on the shoulder, and pulled him back: "Wenchang has worked hard."
Not far from the sea, the devilish energy scattered by him gathered again, and Nan Sheng looked down at the little sword repairer with a condescending face.
"It's only been fourteen years in the human world, it seems that the world has changed." The big demon stared at Zhi Xiu, "We meet again, this scene is really familiar, little general Zhi."
Zhixiu didn't have a Yujian, but just walked over the Immortal Immortal Artifact and the border inscription all the way to the harbor pier: "I haven't thanked Senior for his guidance last time."
Pang Jian suddenly remembered the last time the Return of the Soul vortex incident, General Zhi almost filled the East China Sea, his expression changed.
Bai Ling said in a low voice: "Don't worry, the altar of Wuduhai was disturbed by the prince fourteen years ago. It didn't have time to recover to its full glory. The catastrophe bell was suppressed back then, and now General Zhi has already sloughed..."
"Oh?" The devil with Nansheng's face heard his whisper clearly from several miles away, "Little half devil, if I were you, I wouldn't dare to be so sure."
The voice of the great demon echoed in the frozen sea tide, as if it was a final verdict that the inscription on the border of Wanhe was so immortal that it dissipated with the ancient inscription outside Beijue Mountain. As a half-demon, Bai Ling felt something first. Under Pang Jian's shocked gaze, a row of tattoo-like inscriptions flashed across his face, and disappeared before Pang Jian could see the content clearly.
Bai Ling's whole person's aura suddenly became strange, and his cultivation level, which was about to reach the middle stage of foundation establishment, skyrocketed, approaching ascension!
The soul-returning vortex boiled, and the magic seal of Wuduhai was completely shattered, whether it was the patch made by the three saints of Xuanyin, or the one achieved by the martyrdom of the devil.
The demonic energy slammed into the sword mark drawn by Zhao Ting, was blocked, and hit again—the sea tide and ice slag splashed on the frozen sword wind, the sword mark became weaker and weaker each time, and disappeared after three strokes, and the big demon was shot again. The court stopped.
"Xiao Jianxiu, don't work in vain. It's not easy for a cicada to slough off. You have already betrayed Lingshan. You should be on the same path as me. Why bother?"
Zhixiu was engulfed in a black mist, turning a deaf ear, and Zhao Ting wove a large net of sword light, which caught the black cloud that was about to destroy the city thrillingly, and occasionally there was a spiritual energy passing by around him, and he refused to retreat. The cultivator is still using the Immortal Artifact to help him, just like the Jinping Tianji Pavilion two hundred years ago.
Only this time, they may not wait for the power of Xuanyin Mountain to descend from the sky.
At this time, Lu Wu, who had just landed in Guzhou, Dawan, hadn't recovered yet. The paper figurine beside Wei Chengxiang suddenly slumped to the ground, and a fragment of the sword body flew out, knocking out a gap in the soaring demonic energy, and rubbed against Zhixiu. But pass, first martyrdom to the Lord.
The big demon's saintly face was deformed by the fragments of Zhaoting. With a roar, he twisted into a ball with the sword light and melted into three parts, revealing a body that absorbed all the light.
Zhi Xiu turned his head and took a look through the gap drawn by the broken sword. The vast Nanwan and Kyushu plains were faintly visible. Without any hesitation, he chased after the disappearing fragments of Zhaoting, and rushed towards the place where the devil's devilish energy gathered—
At this moment, an old hand protruded from the gap made by the broken sword, and pressed the young sword cultivator's shoulder.
Zhi Xiu was caught off guard, and his whole body flicked to the side, seeing the person coming, his eyes widened suddenly.